by David Kamikaze

Created on: May 05, 2009

In the stark, bright and modern room, Edward sat in his large leather chair. A tear rolled down his cheek, which he brushed off, only for another to take its place.

He cried gently but with passion and emotion; fighting to stave the tears off, but knowing it was a battle he was destined to lose. His hands were clasped together, supporting his chin. He did not want to think about it. Wanted so desperately to forget. But the truth rested in the back of his mind; a brutal, inhuman monster which was destroying any trace of happiness that he may have had left. A monster. Jealousy.

He felt so lost. He always thought he could handle what life could bring, could always bounce back. But this was something different. Something stronger. Something that was more real than anything that had come before.

He sat up, and tried to think straight. The chaos ravaging his mind was leaving in its wake a confusing jumble of memories and doubt. It was like turning on a fan directly next to a huge stack of papers - even if you turned the fan off, organizing the papers again would take time, time he didn't have...

Erica lay sprawled upon the large, king-sized bed in her riverside apartment. She cried, and had no desire to stop.

She sobbed in despair, her hands clutching the white sheets on which she lay. Her tears fell and stained the crisp linen, but she did not care. Her world had come crashing down, her one moment of foolishness had come to punish her. She did not want to stop crying. For she was not crying alone.

Edward knew his future could be clear; that he could survive, move on and try and forget this event. Though it hurt to think of the possibility, he knew that there was little he could do. Erica, on the other hand, had much more to lose. Her future was now uncertain, her life burdened with the weight of another.

Both of them cried. For each other, for themselves... for a person yet to see the light of day.

Edward had always liked Erica. They both took their lunch break at a small coffee stand, near the beach. He often looked at her, smiling, trying to summon some courage to attempt to make conversation. And Erica felt the same way, she was just as much guilty of gazing back and thinking of a future with a man she hardly knew.

"Let me get that for you." Edward said one day, leafing through his wallet. "It's on me."

It was a simple gesture, buying Erica a coffee. But the romance blossomed, as they came to know each other and admire their strengths - and weaknesses. Yet hardly an angry

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